"You should be sorry. This car is worth four of you. Well... maybe five," Tony said, pulling down his sunglasses and looking the man up and down. "And my turning is perfect."
He paused at the last bit, face going from angry to slightly confused. Most white guys he knew didn't speak Mandarin at all, let alone fall into it as easily as they did English. He himself only knew a hint of it from business interactions, but he knew an insult when he heard it. "J, did you get that?"
"Lip analysis, yes, sir," Jarvis said. Tony was pleased that, at the least, the cameras in his sunglasses were working properly. His earbud, invisible from the passerby, buzzed after a moment. "Translation: he called you a rather unintelligable and poorly bred flesh container."
Tony's eyes rose. Well, as insults went, that was a decent one. "Who's the stupid meatsack, exactly? The one in the million dollar sports car or the one getting run over by the car because he can't look both ways before crossing the street?" He continued to wipe drink off his button up shirt, moving away from the car that was haphazardly half parked in a space on the sidewalk. "Jarvis, just... get the car on the side of the road, will you?"
"As you wish, sir. Activating remote control," came the droll, and the car kicked into life again, pulling out slowly and then reparking itself. Tony watched, arms folded over his chest. "J, you get one mark on that machine....."
"I am proceeding with extreme caution," Jarvis said, sounding bored. Tony wondered sometimes, why he programmed Jarvis with so much attitude. But then, if he didn't, the thing would be boring and he wouldn't have anybody to talk to. It was a conundrum.